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Walkin' down the street

Smiles from all I meet

Life feels so complete


[Chorus]

Sunny days

Lift me up high

Blue skies

No need to cry

Sunny days

All

the campaign handy pure profit by the wesson
Mark my territory now im paving the direction
Stock the the book the masterpiece in the collection
Stop N look

Through the pages of tall tales and short stories
I was systematically given by Dewey my own category
As surely as it was written the chapters were

shows behind
Walking in Susanna's footsteps
Seeing through Susanna's eyes

All along the sacred way
Follow the parade at Whitsuntide
Bearing the marks

the stars
Gettin' tatted by Phor
Ain't no charge at the door
We only rich cause we was poor
VLong and Dior
Bought my daughter Michael Kors
Throwin' money

to censorship
And how every election fixed
When they legalize, everybody is high as shit
Yeah, we fucking tired of this, so we fighting kid

[Verse 1: Cee]

me want to pull out, 

My teeth, 
Effortless how i stay on the beat, 
Mark on you like a cleat, 
His fairness, I don’t cheat, 
Who you got in

bite them out of anger
We don't really care about Detroit, man
Tigers are endangered
Gordo got the platinum glove
Jump so high he could catch a dove
It's

Yeah i see you niggas ridin' waves
I'm on dry land was broke then but now the
Rollie flooded like high pants
Way too amped up over exes
That couldn't

the telemarketer to fuck himself then press end
You can call me crazy all you want that's something I'll accept
Tracing all the marks on my hand to see I'm what is

the lights 

so alive its a magical high 

can't lie best times of my life 



the cookout be cracking man 

your drunk uncle looking dapper dan 

soul food be

finna rage again
I'm going ham
Hearing all the critics
I don't really give a damn
All the twitter fingers
And the talking in the stands
By the time I'm

If my eyes could see by faith I'd move mountains and seas
It only takes a small amount a mustard seed
I know it's going to happen because I believe

Things I've Seen

Spooks

Most Wanted 2001: The Hits of the Year

2001

wouldn't be right
If I said the blunt was like a baby pipe
There ain't gonna be no revolution tonight
Half my warriors as high as a kite
Lost and they lost

Better Daze

OPM

Menace to Sobriety

2000

Assination from the Kid of Kreation
Blazin' disaster by devious station
Face it
A permanent vacation
For tastin' from the tree of temptation

unconventional let it go from the gut open up the cut 
With no one else but us trust we win em over one by one
The young are getting smarter the players are

why the fuck she trust me
He a crash out and a bum
Smoke his homie by the ton
Way back then he wasn't nun
And he still ain't isn't nun
If we catch you

miles and miles

I was born the happy little son
of an angry old man
in a dirt brown single wide
a mile south of town
three tours out of high school

scorched marks in the earth
Wicked as could be, wicked as the sea
See the waves coming down like my high when you leave
Can't breathe, can't see, can't do

You would think I had a star, Every time you're by my side
I really wanna show you off, Lights, Red carpet every day
Love scars are all over me,

parts
And you can tell I'm from the trenches, just by my war marks
I got my bread from the tracks, fed the zombies by the tracks
I'm everywhere you not

Compact discs, set fire to a contract quick
Un-showered, head shaggy like "Boombastic"
Every day I try to
Leave this mark un-removable
'Cause I'd rather fry

The desert is my prophet
As our lives end by the minute
Stand up straight and fucking put on your war paint

Time to die
Hammer high
Name your price

Martyr

Theocracy

Mirror of Souls

2008

control from high above
Shines here below
The final test shall soon be passed
Heaven's pride dwells deep inside
But now will sprout its wings and fly